Mike handed me the bowl of veggies as I turned to reach for it, and I dumped those in as well, still stirring, and turned off the burner. "I should've...known better than to check my email."Over dinner, I summarized the situation. "And of course," I finished as I chased the last bean sprout around the bottom of my bowl, "there's nothing I can do about it without looking bitter or like a bad team member. And I'm tied in knots wondering what she'll set her sights on next."Mike nodded. Do you understand?" Yes. I will remember everything when I wake up."I used the three count to wake her up and watched for her reaction. At first she looked confused but then her eyes got big and she looked at me with surprise. She picked up her gown and headed for the door."I need to think about what you have done to me. I need to be alone for a while."I watched her go and wondered what would happen next. Would she scream and cry and make a scene? Would she tell Mom or Dad and get me thrown out. I thrust my ass back toward him, loving the feel of his thick penis driving into me. He gripped my upper thighs and slammed up against me, balls swinging forward to slap on my clit. With a cry, I came again, punctuated by two more slaps, one on each rump. I loved it! Ben had another trick. He leaned forward, fitting my body to his and supported himself on one arm while he felt my left breast. He couldn’t fuck me as vigorously like this, but the slower pace was enough for me. “I’m gonna cum. . damn it, that's not the point!" She stomped her foot, partly because she was still worked up about the stories, and partly because I had tricked her into admitting something. I liked what the stomping action did with her breasts.An idea began to grow in the back of my mind. On my way to the door, I had noticed a pair of handcuffs hanging on the rack where I keep my car keys and house keys. I had been cleaning the lock on them a few days before, and had neglected to put them away.I looked at.